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I only know that I pitied Miserrimus Dexter at that moment as I had never pitied him yet; and that I spared him the reproof which I should certainly have administered to any other man who had taken the liberty of establishing himself, uninvited, in Benjamin's house. He was the first to speak. "Lady Clarinda has destroyed your confidence in me!" he began, wildly.
This was the man whose advice I had come to ask who assistance I had confidently counted on in my hour of need. Macallan, "I was wrong, and you were right. Let us go." The ears of Miserrimus Dexter must have been as sensitive as the ears of a dog. He heard me say, "Let us go." "No!" he called out. "Bring Eustace Macallan's second wife in here. I am a gentleman I must apologize to her.
Macallan came to the cottage, and Major Fitz-David came to the cottage one of them to hear what had passed between Miserrimus Dexter and myself, the other to amuse me with the latest gossip about the guests at the forthcoming dinner. Benjamin took it on himself to make my apologies, and to spare me the exertion of receiving my visitors.
Valeria, say you pity me!" I said I pitied him and I felt that I blushed as I did it. "Thank you," said Miserrimus Dexter, humbly. "It does me good. Go a little further. Pat my hand." I burst out laughing. Miserrimus Dexter looked at me with a blank astonishment which only increased my merriment. Had I offended him? Apparently not.
But consequences were associated with it which might affect me more seriously still. In so far as the attainment of the one object of my life might yet depend on my personal association with Miserrimus Dexter, an insurmountable obstacle appeared to be now placed in my way. Even in my husband's interests, ought I to permit a man who had grossly insulted me to approach me again?
I hope the confession will not lower me seriously in your good opinion; but I must say I have enjoyed my visit, and, worse still, Miserrimus Dexter really interests me." "Does this learned discourse on Dexter mean that you are going to see him again?" asked Mrs. Macallan. "I don't know how I may feel about it tomorrow morning," I said; "but my impulse at this moment is decidedly to see him again.
He may have been "miserrimus," but Grattan was right when he appealed long after to the "spirit of Swift" as the spirit of one in true sympathy with the expanding freedom of every people a champion, strenuous to his uttermost, of liberty. The Jacobite rebellion had compelled the Government to withdraw some of their troops from the continent.
Hearing this, I hastened to interpose. "My name is Valeria," I said. "A Roman name," remarked Miserrimus Dexter. "I like it. My mind is cast in the Roman mold. My bodily build would have been Roman if I had been born with legs. I shall call you Mrs. Valeria, unless you disapprove of it." I hastened to say that I was far from disapproving of it. "Very good," said Miserrimus Dexter "Mrs.
At any rate, I had no choice but to give offense or to give an answer. I gave it. I acknowledged that I could never again permit Miserrimus Dexter to treat me on terms of familiarity as a trusted and intimate friend. Mrs. Macallan pitilessly pressed the advantage that she had won. "Very well," she said, "that resource being no longer open to you, what hope is left? Which way are you to turn next?"
If you had allowed me to be as familiar with you as some wives are with their husbands, I should have spoken to you personally instead of writing. As it is, I don't know how you might receive what I have to say to you if I said it by word of mouth. So I write. "The man against whom I warn you is still a guest in this house Miserrimus Dexter. No falser or wickeder creature walks the earth.
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